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Miley Cyrus Profiled by Ronan Farrow, Flaunts Bleached Eyebrows for W

Pop music’s reigning lighting rod, one Miley Cyrus, is profiled by future MSNBC host and man-of-questionable-parentage Ronan Farrow in this month’s W. Blond coifs and famous parents notwithstanding, it wouldn’t seem these two would have all that much in common. But, if nothing else, Miley appears to have been at ease with her interviewer (when Ronan mentions he’ll be traveling to Kenya soon, Miley says she wants to go, too—so Ronan invites her along). The bulk of the profile centers on a conversation at Miley’s house the night before the Jingle Ball in Los Angeles, in which the two discuss art, aliens, dating, and pot.

Some of the interesting and insightful Miley gems embedded within:

On kids, and the meanness thereof: “They’re so fucking mean . . . Sometimes I hear kids with their parents, and I want to go over and, like, smack them myself . . . Like if they meet me, they’ll be like, ‘Mom, don’t you know how to use an iPhone? Like, can you take the picture?’ I’m like, ‘Dude, if I ever talked to my mom like that when I was a kid, I would have had no phone, no computer, no TV, no anything.’ And so, yeah, kids are just mean.”

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On her personal style, vis-à-vis her peers: “I just don’t get what half the girls are wearing. Everyone to me seems like Vanna White. I’m trying to tell girls, like, ‘Fuck that. You don’t have to wear makeup. You don’t have to have long blonde hair and big titties. That’s not what it’s about. It’s, like, personal style.’ I like that I’m associated with sexuality and the kind of punk-rock shit where we just don’t care. Like Madonna or Blondie or Joan Jett—Jett’s the one that I still get a little shaky around. She did what I did in such a crazier way. I mean, girls then weren’t supposed to wear leather pants and, like, fucking rock out. And she did.”

On criticisms levied at her, particularly related to the use of black women and little people in her stage act: “I don’t give a shit. I’m not Disney, where they have, like, an Asian girl, a black girl, and a white girl, to be politically correct, and, like, everyone has bright-colored T-shirts. You know, it’s like, I’m not making any kind of statement. Anyone that hates on you is always below you, because they’re just jealous of what you have.”

On guys, porn, and dating (who knew Miley and Joseph Gordon-Levitt shared such a similar worldview?): “Guys watch too much porn . . . Those girls don’t exist. They’re not real girls. And that’s like us watching romance movies. That’s girl porn, because, like, those guys do not exist.” The kind that do exist, she continues, “just try too hard with me, and it’s just like, ‘I don’t need you to impress me. I don’t want you to, like, take me to fancy restaurants.’ I hate sitting down for dinner!”

On Lady Gaga, sort of: We flip through a book of photographs by Cindy Sherman. “Check it,” she says as we arrive at Sherman’s Untitled #276, in which the artist poses as a kind of grungy Cinderella. “Lady Gaga completely ripped that off.”

On the potential existence of aliens: [In response to Ronan’s claim that aliens do not exist.] “I’m not so sure,” she says, telling me she once saw suspicious lights in the sky in the Bahamas. “My dad told me it was a satellite. But the way it zipped off was really weird.”

Also, it’s definitely worth taking a spin through the accompanying pictures, which will answer the question we’re sure you’ve been asking since last summer—for decades, even: “What would Miley Cyrus look like with bleached eyebrows, wet hair, a half-open leather jumpsuit, and a partially-exposed breast?”